I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Weiner goes flaccid

There you are, News. You have your headline; little good may it do you. Now report, damn you!

2 comments:

Eric said...

He's seemed a bit dysfunctional for awhile now. Maybe there's something in his junk mail folder to pick him up, stiffen his resolve, help him stand up straight again? At any rate, he may seem limp now, but with the proper attention and a little stroking, I'm sure his resolve will be firmed up and he'll be back in the box!

Steve Buchheit said...

See, I was going to go for he was a hard case to crack, but now he seems to have gone soft. A priapism who is now a pariah. His firm resolve has withered in the cold winds of reality.